Holographic children continue to be slain on the distant lands of television. They have decided to treat life as situational dramatizations and have had them regulated by nonexistent guardians of policy. Reading reactions to reality off a list chosen by satisfied customers the corporation appeared sociable to the everyday man. Buy happiness. Staring into a box at spectacles of Roman proportions they refused to blink and leaned in closer. Reeled in by the pipers call and the song of sirens the audience failed to notice the lure hooked through their conceptual abilities. Speak a word about it and be deemed and damned by the primal technological demigod of hegemony. Ignoring advice absurd enough to banish illogical idealism, societies best friend takes aim at the heads of millions and doesn’t think twice about pulling the trigger on its one-shot glass gun. Lusting escape from the prison of passive awareness.
The long awaited press of the button leading to nightmares end.
The plug of perceptional deception pulled, the masses move on to find truth in perpetual skepticism of the infinite.